Having cultivated myself into an immortal, all I want to do is raise female disciples.

Yunping waved his hand and said, "They were just some trivial words, don't worry about them—by the way, your question just now was completely meaningless."

Duan Chenxi's eyes turned cold. "What do you mean? Are you saying I asked an idiotic question?"

"more or less."

Yun Ping spread his hands, ignoring Duan Chenxi's displeased expression beside him, and looked at the sailor-uniformed girl teetering on the edge of the magic circle with a sunny disposition.

"Just like you said, I was indeed abusing them."

"Eh?!!"

I thought the other party would at least offer some explanation, but faced with my sarcasm, this good-for-nothing actually admitted it outright?

Admitting that he was indeed torturing his apprentice?!

Duan Chenxi gasped, countless terrifying images flashing through her mind at that moment.

The scene of Fan Luokui, who was like a god in her heart, being tortured by this useless person in front of her at night, crying loudly.

It was like a scene of him laughing maniacally and coldly, constantly making his disciples fall down and get up again, repeating this cycle until they were driven to mental breakdown.

Despite being the master, he so blatantly abuses his disciple...

This...this guy...

Could it be the legendary demon?!

Boom!

Just as he thought of this, Yunping unexpectedly delivered a chop to the little girl's hand, which was full of dark thoughts.

"Awoo!"

Duan Chenxi let out a childish cry of pain, clutched her head, and squatted down.

"Don't overthink it. I am indeed abusing them, but it's for their own good."

Looking at Duan Chenxi, who was crouching with her head in her hands, trembling incessantly, Yun Ping calmly explained, "My disciples are all quite formidable, otherwise I wouldn't have taken them in."

"They were just beaten to a pulp by opponents stronger than themselves. It's nothing to them. After all, cultivation level is just cultivation level. If you don't have a strong will, no matter how high your cultivation level is, you're still a weakling."

Duan Chenxi puffed out her cheeks and glared fiercely at Yun Ping: "What the hell... this kind of nonsense is ridiculous! Strength is the only true measure of success!"

"It's pointless to explain to an idiot like you. Just watch and see."

Old Yun had absolute confidence in his apprentices from beginning to end.

Whether it's Ye Yuchan, Fan Luokui, Jiang Yuetian, or Zhang Ruoxue, who currently has the lowest cultivation level.

Yunping always believed that they would soar to great heights.

80. The Apprentice's Abuse Plan

As a result, Jiang Yuetian really did soar to great heights.

It's not that he made a qualitative leap in his cultivation level or martial arts skills, but rather that he was like a rocket that was swung into the sky by the No. 3 puppet with a stick.

Immediately, the third puppet soared into the sky like an eagle, its long staff stabbing precisely into Jiang Yuetian's lower abdomen.

With the latter powerless to fight back, the third puppet stepped into the void, using spiritual energy to create footholds in mid-air. It left several afterimages like a dragonfly skimming the water, closing in on Jiang Yuetian with an almost unreasonable speed. Its right hand, holding a staff, seemed to move at will, constantly whipping Jiang Yuetian in the air.

To outsiders, the whole process looked just like an aerial combo in a fighting game; the movements of the third puppet were fluid and without any unnecessary actions.

As Jiang Yuetian's training puppet, the third puppet was completely different from the first puppet in terms of both cultivation and skills. Its peak Transcendental Stage cultivation completely suppressed Jiang Yuetian's Lesser Transcendental Stage cultivation, and what it used was a relatively uncommon skill, similar to archery.

Gunmanship.

As for why the third puppet is skilled with a gun, but is carrying a stick—

Of course, he was afraid that the gun with the pointed end would kill Xiao Jiang—Yunping didn't want his disciple to be injured by a puppet before the battle of the myriad sects.

Within the magic array.

Jiang Yuetian was slammed to the ground by a stick, and the cube magic array suddenly emitted a series of buzzing vibrations.

He braced himself with both hands on the ground, quickly twisted his body, and used a clean and neat roll to stabilize his body. The black spear in his palm spun a dazzling spear flower, and three light blue rings gathered and swirled on the tip of the spear.

She gasped for breath, and a look of disheveled exhaustion crept across her usually calm face.

Faced with the puppets created by Yun Ping, Jiang Yuetian, like her junior sister Zhang Ruoxue, found herself in a predicament.

To be honest, Chiang Kai-shek had never encountered such a formidable enemy.

The opponent's marksmanship was exactly the same as his own, but far superior in its sophistication. Both the opponent's basic skills and understanding of marksmanship were better than his own.

More importantly—their cultivation level is even higher than mine!

How are you supposed to play this?!

He stared at the motionless No. 3 doll in front of him, gasped, and remained vigilant, a thoughtful expression in his beautiful purple eyes.

For a moment, Jiang Yuetian and the third puppet stared at each other, neither speaking nor making a move.

The completely still image aroused the curiosity of a certain sharp-tongued little girl.

"What are they doing? Why have they stopped fighting?"

"Why did you come here too?"

Yunping glanced at Duan Chenxi, who had followed him to the backyard, and raised an eyebrow slightly.

Duan Chenxi didn't even glance at Yun Ping, and said coldly, "I can go wherever I want! It's none of your business!"

“This is my home, so of course it has something to do with me.”

"Hmph~ This is also Sister Luo Kui's home. Now that Sister Luo Kui and I are together, it's no problem for me to move around in my own home!"

...When did our Luo Kui become your partner?

Yun Ping mentally muttered a subtle criticism of this arrogant little girl, then pushed up his sunglasses and continued watching Jiang Yuetian, who was standing still in the magic array in front of him.

Seeing that her question went unanswered, Duan Chenxi stomped her foot angrily and said, "Hey! You still haven't answered why... Why did they stop fighting? Are they tired?"

"How could he be tired? Xiao Jiang isn't that physically weak. He's just thinking of a solution."

"Think of a solution?"

“Xiao Jiang is different from Ruoxue. Ruoxue is a typical tough guy... well, it might not be the best way to put it, but in short, Ruoxue’s path is one of recklessness, but Xiao Jiang is different.”

As a teacher, Yunping had a very deep understanding of the two of them.

He gazed at Jiang Yuetian, who was calming his breathing and wearing a poker face, and his expression shifted slightly: "He has talent, and he also has brains, but he is not the type like Yu Chan who can adapt to any situation and reach the ultimate level. Xiao Jiang is more like a calm and collected assassin who has planned everything before taking action."

Hearing Yun Ping's words, which were clearly praising Jiang Yuetian, Duan Chenxi snorted coldly.

In her eyes, apart from Fan Luo Kui, the students at Yun Tian Academy were all pretty much the same.

"You're making it sound so mysterious, but you're still going to get a good beating from the puppet."

"No, he will win."

The words, spoken with unwavering certainty, came from Yun Ping's mouth. He gazed at Jiang Yuetian, who seemed to have made up his mind to attack, and then said:

"but not now."

Jiang Yuetian moved swiftly, transforming into a phantom as he moved at breakneck speed, lowering his body while also increasing the speed of his attack.

Upon sensing the approaching attack, the third puppet immediately adopted a very solid defensive stance, firmly stomping its feet on the ground.

Yunping had equipped it with gun-fighting knowledge that had reached the level of "doing as one pleases" in martial arts, meaning that the gun moved with one's will, and the tip of the gun could pierce through anything the instant the thought was conveyed.

The ability to control one's spear technique at will is an extremely difficult level to reach. Even Jiang Yuetian, whose martial arts talent is outstanding, is still stuck at the "flowing water" level of spear technique.

He had been seeking a breakthrough in martial arts for a long time, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not break through to that level of being able to move at will. Now, what he had to face was the spear technique that he had been pursuing for so long.

Waaaaah—

The spear tip pierced the air, causing the surrounding airflow to tear apart and emit a mournful sound. The dark blue spear tip pierced the chest of the third doll without hesitation.

This shot was no feint; the third puppet couldn't possibly miss it. He took a step back, twisted his body halfway around with incredible speed, and swung the ordinary-looking stick in his hand in a beautiful arc, striking the middle of the black spear with perfect precision.

An irresistible force struck, and Jiang Yuetian felt a tingling numbness in his arm. It was as if his opponent had found the weakest point of the spear, and this blow almost caused him to lose his grip on the spear.

However, this was not the end. Jiang Yuetian gritted his teeth, lowered his center of gravity to the lowest point, and used both hands to stabilize the constantly swaying spear, sweeping it horizontally towards the base of the third puppet.

But this shot was too slow and too obvious.

As if taking a leisurely stroll, the third puppet leaped upwards expressionlessly, flipping the staff in its hand again to assume a defensive stance.

—Based on Lao Yun's knowledge of gun techniques, Jiang Yuetian's sweeping attack on the lower body was likely intended to send his opponent flying into the air, thereby reducing the opponent's space to dodge.

as predicted.

The moment the third puppet leaped into the air, Jiang Yuetian quickly stood up. He simply gripped the center of the gun barrel with his right hand, leaned his body backward, and stomped his front foot on the ground, his spiritual energy surging wildly into his right arm.

"What...what is he doing?!"

Duan Chenxi exclaimed in surprise. Although she wasn't very knowledgeable about marksmanship, she knew what Jiang Yuetian's movements meant—

Yunping smiled slightly; he hadn't misjudged Xiao Jiang after all.

However... she's still too inexperienced.

With a sudden flash of cold light from the spear tip, Jiang Yuetian, with Zhang Gu's calm and icy expression, hurled the spear, a magical weapon, at the No. 3 puppet in mid-air, empowered by spiritual energy!

This is a complete violation of common sense in marksmanship, but Jiang Yuetian did it anyway!

He hurled the spear, which was brimming with spiritual energy, and let its narrow, cold light pierce through all obstacles, rushing towards the No. 3 puppet in mid-air like a falling meteor.

In response, the third puppet calmly used its spiritual energy to twist its body, and as it stepped into the void, streaks of red light appeared on its staff.

clang!

A metallic clanging sound suddenly rang out, and the difference in cultivation levels caused Jiang Yuetian's gun to be deflected.

The surprise attack tactic of throwing spears—failed!

……fail?

No, it's not over yet.

The moment he threw his spear, as if he had already anticipated that his opponent would dodge or defend, Jiang Yuetian charged forward at lightning speed. He watched the landing point of the third puppet and leaped into the air.

He slammed his right fist into the blind spot of the third puppet's vision. At the same time, his left hand suddenly opened, grasped the void, and light blue spiritual energy surged out from his palm.

"Han Qianying."